Viserys was silent for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was not a mockery of Maester Aemon, but a respect for him.
"You are right, grandpa." Viserys said in a gentle voice, "I also think that Dragon is indeed more than just a mount. They are also House Targaryen's partners and official members of our family."
"Since you have chosen to take the path of Maester to fulfill your responsibilities, and have chosen to follow the oath of Night's Watch to protect this land, then your persistence itself is indeed more glorious than flying."
Aemon nodded slightly, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out in the cold wind, as if he could unload some invisible burden in front of Targaryen's family.
He said again, "As long as you understand, Viserys, although I can't ride a dragon, I don't mind feeling their temperature up close. After all, this is the part of my blood that I look forward to the most, even if I just listen to their breathing."
"Of course." Viserys said, turning to look at Daenerys with questioning eyes.
Daenerys nodded immediately, eyes flashing with excitement, and said, "Acmot, Viserion and Vermithor are all docile, especially Viserion. It likes to be close to people the most. As long as grandpa is not worried, they will be happy to accept greetings from you, the elder of the family."
"I'm not afraid." Aemon smiled, walked away, and said, "Let's go, take me to meet the other members of House Targaryen."
The three of them walked along the newly opened road outside Castle Black towards the direction where the four Dragon were living.
As the distance got closer, Aemon felt a searing wave of air blowing towards his face, which was in sharp contrast to the biting cold of Castle Black.
The air was filled with the smell of Sulfur and burnt rocks. It was the unique smell of Dragon. He had smelled it on King Ghidorah and Meleys last time.
When King Ghidorah's huge shadow enveloped him, Aemon stopped and raised his head. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the huge pressure above his head and the subtle sound of the scales on their bodies rubbing together. There was an almost pious look on his wrinkled face.
"They are big and beautiful." Aemon said softly, his voice was particularly clear on the open snow. "I can feel the air around me trembling. That should be the rhythm of their breathing. I just hope now that they won't swallow me up."
Viserys stood beside Aemon, stretched out his hand and patted the old man's arm gently, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous, and said, "King Ghidorah They are just curious. Grandpa, she recognizes you."
As if to confirm Viserys's words, King Ghidorah's three huge heads slowly lowered. Her golden scales reflected a dazzling luster in the sun, and her golden vertical pupils shrank, focusing on the tiny old man in front of her. She wanted to know why Viserys valued this old man.
King Ghidorah blew out a burst of hot breath with sparks. The heat wave instantly dissipated the remaining chill in the surroundings, making Aemon feel a long-lost warmth, just like the feeling when he stayed at King's Landing.
Immediately afterwards, a soft and slightly lazy whistle came from the side.
Viserion, Dragon, whose whole body is milky white and whose wing membranes are glowing with golden red luster, walked over with elegant steps.
It seemed to be full of interest in this new Targaryen family member. Its huge head came close to Aemon, its nostrils twitched, and it sniffed carefully.
"This is Viserion." Daenerys explained on the side, with a bit of pride and tenderness in his tone, "He is the one who likes to act coquettishly the most among my Dragon. Grandpa, you can touch its nose. It is very warm there, and I can guarantee that it will not hurt you."
With that said, Daenerys walked up to Viserion, stretched out his hand to stroke its rough scales, and soothed it with Valyrian in a low voice.
Viserion couldn't help but let out a deep guttural sound, exhaled a small stream of hot air, lowered his head meekly, and moved closer to Daenerys's palm.
Aemon just hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his skinny, wrinkled hands and touched the source of the heat. Soon his fingertips touched a piece of warm and rough scales.
At that moment, a powerful force passed down his fingertips. It was the temperature of Dragonfire, the temperature of the Restless's blood in his body, and it was also the symbol of blood and fire that House Targaryen had inherited for thousands of years.
"It's so warm, like... like King's Landing Summer's sun." Aemon murmured to himself, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper. As a Targaryen who had never seen Dragon with his own eyes before, he thought he was now complete.
Vermithor and Acmot also gathered around, and four Dragon completely surrounded the three of them, forming a warm barrier made of flesh and scales. In this world covered by ice and snow, this place seemed to be the only oasis.
Aemon stood quietly, feeling the steady breathing of the Dragon people around him. Those descriptions that he had only read in ancient books had now become the most real touch in his hands.
For this old Maester who has spent his whole life on Wall, the tranquility and warmth of this moment may be more precious than any grand epic recorded in the book.
"They like you very much, Grandpa."
Daenerys said softly, breaking the silence of the moment, "For Dragon, the connection between smell and soul is more important than sight. In you, they smell the blood of Dragonlord, which is the bloodline Magic that cannot be erased even after a hundred years."
At this time, the four Dragons, except for King Ghidorah, all left. They took off one after another and passed the camp of the the North soldiers and headed south. They were going to hunt in Wolfswood. Since going to Beyond the Wall, the three Dragons of Daenerys had not eaten.
Aemon took back his hand and scratched the air with some reluctance, as if he wanted to keep the remaining warmth that belonged to Dragon.
He tilted his ears slightly, listening to the deep throaty sounds of the Dragons coming from the air. The sound was like thunder rolling across the sky, making people's hearts tremble, but it also made him feel strangely at ease.
"Yes." The old man couldn't help sighing and said, "The records of Dragon in the book all say that they are cold beasts and war machines, but now, I think they are more like... guardians, an ancient, powerful Targaryen guardian with its own powerful power."
Viserys looked at the three black spots gradually receding in the sky, and said in a relaxed tone, "They are indeed spiritual creatures, grandfather, for Targaryen, Dragon is more than just a weapon. The warmth you just felt is their recognition of your bloodline."